Crosstimber Chronicle

OUR HEARTS BREAK TO SAY GOODBYE

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In Crosstimber Ranch, where the elk do roam,

Sam and Terry moved in and built their shabby home.

Mrs. Sam ran the HOA with only half a brain;

Tried to gut the CC&Rs and bought benches with no stain.

One the Parks Board she rented the local park out for weddings, to the town’s disdain!

Tourists now clog the park’s covered porch while local kids fry on the cheap play set like a torch. 

Now Terry he played at hunting and guns,He shot an apple-tamed elk who never even tried to run.

Used a tractor to remove her from the woods like a fagg*t,

He stuffed the carcass in a trashcan, which was soon full of maggots.

Now they’re off to Tucson – Arizona’s gang-infested town,

These shit-birds will fit right in – good riddance to such clowns.

May the desert heat bake both your worthless hides,

and take the hate you brought here out like the tide.

The Ranch smiles again, there is peace in our souls.

Farewell to Sam and Terry and all of your holes.